This is a song about "Part ways"

Let me breathe hard like it was hard

A piece of art, at least some part

Twenty four hours,seven days. we sat and mourned cuz' we can't part ways.

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

Aww lost in my past ways

Thinking of bliss and the good days

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Hardest part was to part till the intersection/

We went our separate ways

Driving my car to a foreign place

Henny in my cup don't need no chase

Pinning and sticks in its ways

Dear god, can you forgive my selfish ways?

Keep yo' head up and try to keep the faith

I'm just trying to learn better ways

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave